The Courageous Little Hero

Even today in Texas after twelve decades people are narrating the story of John, the courageous little hero who fought two heartless outlaws; was he allowed to own a gun and protect his mom screaming? One of them resembled Deniro with a trim beard and green eyes. The horses frantically neighed frightened by his fast bullets, the older outlaw felt a sharp pain and fell off his white horse and died; the other tried to shoot John twice, but he missed and fled... how could a young boy have shooter's skills, was he trained by his dad who killed a jail-breaker as he attempted to halt a train? That makes any joker laugh realizing that surviving in a violent town is the only way to show others one's acquired vice, not considering taking a life a disownment! The outlaw's body was buried the next day by an ironwood tree with a bright color and the lushest foliage, but does this outlaw feel anything going above his graves dug in red clay? Shade or sunlight matter not to him, only someone praying and disapproving of his death curses the young rambler! Even the hot stones remember that fatal shooting no rainfall could wash the bloodstains from them and the square was proudly called John's Place, even a monument was built to commemorate his valor; kids gather around it and sing a hymn to his brave comrade, anyone thinking of harming them must remember who took the fatal shot proved that attacking a defenseless woman is an act of cowardice that dishonors him.